MJ had to have noticed how hard my cock was under her, but she just kept lightly kissing my jaw and stroking my chin.
MJ dreamily spoke, “I love you, Pauly Boy.”
I sprung to my feet in utter shock, spilling MJ to the floor.
MJ looked up at me, suddenly a little afraid.
“How do you know that name?” I pleaded, almost in tears. “Your mother only ever called me that on very special occasions.”
Clearly confused, Molly said, “Mum used to call you ‘daddy dear’ on special occasions?”
“What? No! You called me ‘Pauly Boy’ just then.”
“I think you need your hearing tested, dad. I said, ‘daddy dear’ why do you think I’m so shocked at you freaking out?”
I began to cry, “I miss your mum so much, you know?”
“I know, dad. I sometimes feel she’s here with us. It’s almost like if I could just turn my head quickly enough, I’d be able to see her. Other times, especially when I’m considering doing something stupid or dangerous, it’s like she warns me and guides me to better choices.”
“You never once complained to me about not having a mother, MJ. Why is that?”
“Because I grew up secure in your love, dad. Having mum here would have been better. Sure it would have been. But you’ve done exceptionally well with the four of us.
“Pat and Val had a lot to do with it, too, MJ.”
“Yes, but the majority of what we’ve all become is because of your steadfastness and the security and freedom to be ourselves that you gave us.
Do you wonder why I’ve never really had a full-on boyfriend?”
“Sometimes,” I nodded.
“Because they don’t stack up against you, dad. I’ve yet to meet a boy, or a man, for that matter, that is even half of what you are, but, rest assured, as soon as I do, I’m going to marry him and have his babies.
It’s late,” MJ said. “I’m going to sleep in the bed with you tonight because I don’t think you should be alone. You can sleep under the covers, and I’ll grab my quilt and sleep under that on top, okay?”
Molly used that tone of voice all the time. It was phrased as a question, but it wasn’t. Even if I told MJ ‘no’, I would wake to find her sleeping where she had said.
“As long as you’re wearing both a pyjama top and bottom, or at least have knickers on, fine.”
MJ rolled her eyes and went and got her quilt.
I usually sleep naked, but with MJ there, I wasn’t going to do that, so I put a pair of boxers and a T-shirt on and then got into bed.
MJ lay her head on my chest, just like her mother used to do all those years ago, then promptly fell asleep.
I lay there wide awake for a very long time trying to will my rampant erection away.
It was after 3.00 before I finally drifted off and immediately began to dream.
It was like I was drifting in an endless white cloud. Drifting happily, I became aware of a voice calling me.
“Pauly, Pauly. I’m here. Where are you?”
That was a voice I would recognise underwater and behind a concrete wall.
Surging towards Molly’s voice, the clouds parted, and I was gazing at my wife on a hilltop in the late summer sun. Molly hadn’t changed one bit from when we were together. This wasn’t the cancer-ravaged body she had died in. This was my Molly, all 5-foot (152 cm) and 99 lbs (45 kg) of her, looking just as beautiful as she did on our first night as lovers.
In my dream, I took her in my arms and kissed her. It felt so real I swear I could feel Molly’s lips against mine.
“I miss you so much, my love,” I told her. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s all too hard without you.”
“‘My love’, I still love you calling me that, Pauly boy. Our time together again will come, but not yet. You have to see the boys to full maturity and to see MJ married and meet her first child before you can join me.”
I wanted to protest, but it was Molly. I could never refuse her.
I nodded, “Of course, my love, if that is how it must be, then that is what I will do.”
Molly smiled her beautiful smile for me.
I knew I was dreaming, but it seemed so real, especially when Molly got ‘that look’ in her eyes.
With a naughty grin, my dream Molly dropped to her knees and took my rock-hard dick out of my trousers, cupped my balls in one hand, took my shaft in the other, and then took me into her mouth.
I lasted about as long as I did that first night more than 24 years ago.
Groaning fit to burst, I came.
Groping my way out of my dream, I became vaguely aware of MJ, shifting off my chest and rolling onto her side, facing away from me.
I slid my hand inside my boxers to check out how much mess I’d made and to decide if I needed to change. Weirdly, although my cock and groin were damp, there was no sperm to be found.
I’d had many ‘wet dreams’ since Molly left me, but this was the first ‘dry’ wet dream I’d ever had or heard of, if that was what it was.
My mind and body felt as relaxed and destressed as it usually does after I’ve orgasmed, so I was certain I’d cum, but no mess, hmm, strange.
It was only early when I awoke again. The sun was up and lit the room in a soft glow.
MJ was still sleeping on her side, a little away from me, so I could slip out of bed without waking her.
I stood looking down at my beautiful daughter. Sleeping like this made her look so sweet and innocent, and my heart swelled with love for her.
A breeze blew softly through the open window and shifted the curtains momentarily open. In the better light, I was sure I could see a small stain of dried cum on MJ’s right cheek.
‘Must be just dried saliva from some drool,’ I told myself, unable to contemplate that my daughter may have given me a blow job as I dreamt of her mother.
Val’s birthday was the Friday night, so those of us already there had dinner together. Marcie cooked. Val’s party was the next night once everyone who could attend had arrived. It was a riotous affair with lots of alcohol drunk and plenty of food and laughter and jokes.
Pat and Val had invited all of their immediate neighbours to celebrate with them, so there were no noise complaints or other neighbour problems. It was nearly sun up by the time the last of the revellers quietened down and went to sleep.
The next morning all of Val’s grandchildren took her to a breakfast they had planned. Pat had gathered the rest of the family and had taken them on a fishing trip. Neither Molly Junior nor I liked to fish, so somehow, we finished up alone at Pat and Val’s house.
“Aren’t you going to breakfast with Val?” I asked.
“Nah,” MJ replied. “I’ll take nana for lunch some other time. I just needed a break from the noise.”
“It does get a bit much now we’re used to just you and me, doesn’t it, babe?”
“Sure does,” MJ replied.
I had drunk a little more than I should have last night and felt a little queasy and headachy.
“I’m going to have a nap, MJ,” I told her. “You right on your own for a time?”
“Sure thing, Dad,” MJ replied. “I might run through some exercises to sweat the alcohol out, okay?”
I went and lay on MJ’s old bed. Molly and I had consummated our love for each other on the same bed.
I don’t know how much time had passed before the sound of something breaking awoke me.
Getting out of bed, I looked for the reason for the sound. I found MJ in the lounge. She had done a cartwheel across the lounge room floor, but she had misjudged the distance, and her right foot had crashed into the wall, broken through, and had gotten stuck.